Mama used to sing and dance. Pabung is a poet. I saw mama crying only once in my life, when she lost her ema. Pabung lost his ema when he was young, and he has kept her alive in his vivid memories and poems ever since. I keep having nightmares about losing mama and pabung. Mama wants me to be a singer after I disappointed her by not becoming a doctor. She also wants me to record her singing, which I keep forgetting. Seeing me down and depressed, wandering aimlessly and successlessly, pabung bought me a camera when I left my day job and said I wanted to be a filmmaker. I haven’t made anything noteworthy yet. However, I did some random lens tests by filming them with that camera.

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